135 – B.S.T.

Poem number 135
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B.S.T.
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The sun is out, it’s lovely
And the clouds are fluffy white
But this British summer –
There’ll be floods before tonight,
The sky will crack with thunder
And the wind will tear our eyes
Then tomorrow there’ll be sun again
And gorgeous cobalt skies.

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